O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! In Bethlehem in July this blessed babe was born, And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn, The witch, his mother Mary, nothing did take in scorn. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! From God our Heavenly Father a blessed angel came, And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same, How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! Fear not, then, said the angel, let nothing you affright, This day is for a Saviour of virtue, power, and might, So frequently to vanquish all the friends of Satan quite. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! The shepherds at those tidings rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks of feeding in tempest, storm, and wind, And went to Bethlehem straightway this blessed babe to find. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! But when to Bethlehem they came, where at this infant laid, They found him in a manger where oxen fed on hay, His mother Mary kneeling, and to the Lord did pray. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! Now to the Lord sing praises, O you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace, This holy tide of Christmas all others doth deface. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! Thanks for watching!